The Jupiter Dwellers

By GILBERT MAPENGO MWANGUKU Rotten and forgotten Mealing once a day As if they are on a fasting session Jam-packed as they sleep Like maggots in a filled latrine Stinky is their world Can’t even remember their toilet pose As the bucket on the corner waits Ticks host a party on them No where to escape indeed In white as they handle the donkeys job Making one believe they are angels Scars cover up their bodies Addled with the most miserable pain Invoked on their mare skins By the so-called caretakers Masked with only one hope Better days are yet to come As they testify the hell on earth The place called a reformatory Is now meant to be a deathtrap